Author Charlie Richards

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Beguiling his Timid Waiter

A Paranormal's Love: Book Twenty-Five

Into the Paranormal World: While seeking out his brother to resolve family conflict, a gargoyle brought up to be a warrior discovers the opportunity for a little fun in his life.

Kinsey has watched for centuries as his father's bigoted views tore his family apart. Seeing the rift between his parents grow wider than ever, he does the only thing he can think of to fix it, even knowing it could very well cost him his enforcer position. Sneaking into Falias clutch territory, Kinsey searches for his estranged brother, Conchlin. He finds him at a bowling alley. Once he gets in there, the scent of another quickly distracts him--the human Jimmy. For the first time in Kinsey's life, he puts his own desires first. With some help from Conchlin, he meets Jimmy and slowly begins to woo him from the shadows. Just when Kinsey prepares to reveal the existence of paranormals and that he's a gargoyle, his worst fears manifest--his father discovers where he's been going and beats Kinsey to sharing the truth with Jimmy--terrifying him in the process. To top it off, his father offers Kinsey an ultimatum--stay out of Falias clutch territory or be labeled rogue. Can Kinsey find a way to fix the damage done by his father, or will he lose not only his family, but Jimmy as well?

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    “There’s a clause that First Rights challenges can’t be used with fated mates?” Conchlin’s brows shot up. “Really?”

“Guess so. I didn’t know, either.”

“I wonder if Fath—uh, Creasis did.”

Kinsey watched Conchlin’s cheeks take on a pinkish hue. He found it fascinating to see his brother in human form. The skin was lighter, softer-looking than his hide, but his scent was completely the same.

That jogged another memory. “Chieftain Grecian said he pretended to be a bumbling oaf and spilled coffee on the man to hide the fact that he was lying. My guess is that it masked his scent.” Lowering his voice to a harsh whisper, Kinsey added, “All he was worried about was how foolish he looked. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” He focused on Baron. “Gods, Grecian is such an asshole.”

“Glad we got that sorted out,” Baron retorted with a snort. “You need an application to our clutch?”

Snapping his gaze to Baron, Kinsey gaped at him in shock. His brother-in-law was offering—motion to his right caught his attention just as a pleasant fragrance caressed his senses—pine and oatmeal. Kinsey couldn’t put his finger on why he liked that combo so much, but for some reason, his mouth watered with a desire to get a better sample of the smell.

Kinsey tipped his head and peered from beneath the brim of his fedora. Spotting a lithe figure bending over a nearby rack containing a bunch of lane balls, he sucked in a harsh breath. The human, in a word, was beautiful.

“Oh.”

The soft gasp was out of Kinsey’s throat before he could stop himself. His heart thudded wildly in his chest as his pulse rate spiked. Staring at the young man, he felt his blood heat in his veins, and need thrummed through his body.

“Uh, Kinsey?”

Even hearing the questioning tone in Conchlin’s voice, Kinsey couldn’t tear his gaze away from the slender, muscular form of the nearby male. He admired the flex of the man’s slim arm muscles as well as the way his dark-brown hair hung around his lean face. Even the way the man’s deep blue eyes flashed in the dim light, intermittently highlighted by the cosmic bowling strobe lighting, created a need in Kinsey to gaze into his eyes and study them.

“Please introduce me. I’ll do anything.”

“Uh, what?”

Realizing he’d blurted out the words without thought, Kinsey tore his focus away from the entrancing young human. “The human standing at the ball rack there.” He cut his gaze to the right for just an instant for emphasis before again staring at Conchlin. “Do you know him?”

Conchlin nodded. “Yeah. That’s Jimmy.” His voice was soft. “You know. I mentioned him on the phone. The birthday boy?”

“Gods.” The way Jimmy’s voice had caught his attention, had called to him, even soft and in the background…it suddenly all made sense. “I need to scent him fully.”

“Shit. You don’t think—”

“I do.” Kinsey found it satisfying to cut off his brother for a change. Meeting Conchlin’s gaze, he whispered, “I think Jimmy is my mate.”

For a long moment, Conchlin just stared at him with a wide-eyed stare.

Kinsey had never begged for anything in his life, but to meet Jimmy, he would.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to.

“O-Okay.” Conchlin glanced Jimmy’s way, then met Baron’s gaze. “Where do you think? How?” He was obviously asking for his mate’s advice.

Baron glanced around. “Everyone should have a shot at meeting their mate,” he mumbled as he gave Conchlin a wry smile. He then tipped his chin toward a nearby doorway. “I’m going to take Kinsey into the arcade. You get Jimmy and tell him your brother thinks he’s hot and wants a couple words. Okay?”

Conchlin nodded slowly even as he leveled a hard stare at Kinsey, the look appearing all the more fierce since he had to look up at him. “Don’t you fucking hurt him,” he hissed before turning away.

While Kinsey felt stricken that Conchlin would accuse him of such a thing, he knew why his brother did. Their folks weren’t a great example of mated bliss. Still, Kinsey wasn’t stupid. He could learn from other peoples’ mistakes…and his father was making a huge one.

Kinsey vowed not to do the same as he followed Baron down the short stretch of the half-lit bowling alley and into the arcade. The space filled with video games, even despite the flashing of brightly lit screens, was somehow even dimmer than in the main bowling area. Finding an especially dim area, since the game on the left was dark—a piece of paper was taped to it reading out of order—Kinsey turned and waited.

“I understand why Conchlin warned you, but I don’t get that vibe from you,” Baron stated softly, cutting a side-eyed look Kinsey’s way. “I get it that you’re different than your father and brother.” Kinsey’s parted lips or lifted brows must have betrayed his surprise, for Baron chuckled. “You wouldn’t be here trying to mend a family rift if you were a self-centered asshole like Festian.”

Before Kinsey could come up with a response, Baron tipped his chin in the direction of the doorway. “Here they come.” He bumped Kinsey’s upper arm with his fist. “Good luck.”

“Thank you,” Kinsey whispered, surprised at how having someone’s support caused his chest to warm. Deciding to respond in kind, he admitted, “Seeing as no one in my own clutch has found a mate in almost eighty years, I’m certain I’ll need assistance.” Kinsey met Baron’s dark-eyed gaze. “Guidance would be appreciated.”

Baron chuckled softly, his expression softening. “And that right there is exactly why I know you’re nothing like your father or brother.” Then he smirked and lifted his left shoulder in a half-shrug. “No offense.” Turning toward the approaching couple, Baron knocked his shoulder into Kinsey’s upper arm. “I’ll help any way I can, and I know Conchlin and everyone else will, too.”

Kinsey nodded once, knowing Baron would spot the move out of the corner of his eye. Turning his attention to Conchlin, who was still whispering into Jimmy’s ear and gripping his upper arm, Kinsey tried to read the human’s expression. While Jimmy held his body tensely, he tapped his free hand against his thigh. His gaze darted around the space, and he nibbled his bottom lip.

To Kinsey’s relief, Jimmy smelled of excitement and anticipation.

He’s looking forward to meeting me.

Fighting back his own excitement in favor of finding his tongue, Kinsey watched Baron wrap his arm around Conchlin and urge him toward the doorway of the arcade. He focused on Jimmy, finding himself alone with the man Fate had made just for him…other than the dings, bells, whistles, and electronic voices and music coming from the machines.

Gods, what do I say?